KIERAN'S POV
The low rumble of the city and the sharp chorus of traffic drifted through the tall windows behind my desk, but today, they carried no familiar comfort. The glowing skyline of downtown LA blurred into meaningless lights as my thoughts circled the same point again and again—Sera.
Papers spread before me on my desk, untouched. Architectural renderings. Expansion blueprints. Signed contracts. All things I should've been focused on.
But every line and glossy print twisted into the curve of her frown, the cerulean blue of her eyes, the pale blonde of her hair, the bite behind her words as I replayed every interaction we'd had since the divorce, dissecting each one over and over again.
Sera had always been meek and reclusive, and when Celeste came into the picture, I'd expected no less from her.
What I didn't expect was this... stranger who kicked people out of her hospital room and blocked my calls and dished out scathing remarks like they were going out of fashion.
